The Mask, the Child, and the Villain.

"The person's heart is wicked" . that quote opened another thought inside of me, or maybe a question I can't for an instant find the answer to . It wasn’t just words . A fear .

Are we born evil, trying to act good?

Or are we good, forced into evil for survival?

It scares me, thinking about it. Makes me question myself: Am I just an evil soul hiding behind the mask of an angel or Is it our instinct to be bad, or is life just a game we have to elevate it ! that's how we are tested ?

I guarantee you are the same as me ,questioning like me or maybe more of vague exitential questions .

for my experiences and interactions with people, all I see that our will is the selfishness ,we are obssessed to possess and control, take what we want from each other , hiding in kindness and emotions, and we manipulate to provoke .

Maybe the existance of devils and satans is to free ourself from the purest darkest perpetrators we have done , to keep the image of human is a weak creator, and playing the victims role. Or maybe defining the right and the wrong to our expectations is the cause of seeing things differently . Like the villians in movies are the bad guys trying to destroy the world ,but deep down there are reasons to their actions . Maybe how we think caused of creating double personalities inside of us . The first shaped by the society and the second of it that rarely appear only when we are alone , I guess the real you is when no one watching ,we forced to confront who we really are Maybe that’s when the real “you” comes out ,not the one shaped by society, but the one born of raw, unfiltered thoughts. But I won’t blame you for your choices.

Maybe you made the right decision at the time. After all, we’re all just trying to navigate between light and dark ,to live with ourselves, to find meaning in the mess.

Childhood Innocence.

When we were children, we were pure. The world was full of light. We didn’t know lies or manipulation. Just laughter and dreams. But as we grow, life teaches us pain. We start to protect ourselves. We stop crying in public. We stop saying what we really feel. And that’s when we begin to wear the mask.

Mask vs. Identity

This mask we wear it becomes heavy. We act strong when we are broken. We smile when we are sad. We try to be “normal,” even if inside we are screaming. After years of pretending, we forget who we really are. We become two people: one shaped by society, and the other the real one who only comes out when we are alone. I believe the real “you” comes out when no one is watching. That is when we face ourselves without filters. The raw version. The truth.

The Role of Suffering

Suffering teaches us in ways happiness never can. It breaks us, but also builds us. I wrote most of my deepest thoughts when I was angry, or depressed, or completely lost. Pain brings out the truth. The real thoughts. The real feelings. It’s in the silence of suffering that we understand who we are. Maybe that’s why I write. To express what I can’t say out loud. Because sometimes, words run away. They disappear when we want them most. Writing helps me talk to myself.

Are We the Villains in Someone Else’s Story?

That question haunts me. Maybe I was the bad guy in someone else’s life. Maybe I didn’t know I hurt someone. Maybe I was just trying to survive, but ended up destroying something beautiful for someone else.

We all want to be the hero of our story. But life doesn’t work like movies. In reality, we are sometimes the villain, sometimes the victim, and sometimes both. That’s how life works between light and dark, between love and hurt.

Maybe we write to understand ourselves. Maybe we suffer to meet ourselves. And maybe, just maybe, the child inside us still hopes for a world where masks are not needed, where love is real, and where we don’t need to hide. We’re all just trying to survive. To find meaning in the mess. And maybe that’s okay.